Walking the Halls

Chapter 11

"If you don't get up soon, Draco, we're going to miss the practice," Pansy says.

Draco sits up. "You suck. Blaise doesn't need us there. We can support him in our hearts," he says.

Pansy pulls his arm. "Get up," she says.

Draco groans.

She shoves his clothes into his chest.

"Fine, fine. Just so you know. I hate you," he says. 

Reggie coos.

"Shut up," he says.

Pansy waves for him to change.

He spells the robes on. He walks with her to the common room. Millicent joins them and they head to the pitch.

Ron, Hermione, and Colin stand in the bleachers. The Gryffindor team hovers on their brooms on the field.

Draco shakes his head. He forgot about the fight they had this year.

They go to the stands and sit by Ron and the others.

"Why are you here?" Hermione asks.

"Slytherin also has practice today," he says.

Ron, Colin, and Hermione stare at him.

He shrugs. It's not like he can change it. 

"What are you doing here? It's our practice time," Wood says.

Draco sighs. He has to go back down. He should have just waited.

"We need to train our new seeker."

Blaise steps beside Pansy, Millicent, and Draco.

"I am not involved," he mutters.

Draco pats his shoulder. Much better than him. He was definitely involved.

"Just get off the field. We also need to break in our new brooms. A generous donation from Mr. Malfoy," the captain says.

Draco rolls his eyes. Why did he donate them? Draco's not even on the team.

"Gryffindor was here first. Plus, even with your fancy little brooms, you can continue to lack and be fine, right?" Hermione glares at them.

"Listen, little mud blood-"

Gasps come from Gryffindors.

Ron pulls his wand out. Draco steps forward. Ron's eyes widen. Draco opens his mouth to ask what happened. Instead of the question a slug falls to the grass. He wrinkles his nose. He will never be able to get this feeling out of his throat. It's like huge globs of mucus and tentacles. Mucus tentacles creep up his throat.

"Oh, oh, I am so sorry, Draco," Ron says. His face is pale and he's gaping like a fish.

Draco waves. At least he didn't hit any of the other Slytherins.

"We're taking him to Hagrid's," Hermione says.

"Want us to come?" Pansy asks.

Draco shakes his head. Another slug drops from his mouth. He points at the mass of angry Quidditch players. 

Pansy, Millicent, and Blaise nod.

Hermione and Harry wrap arms around him. He gags on the slugs. Ron walks behind them. 

Lockhart leaves the hut as they come up. Draco spits a slug on the ground in front of him. Lockhart wrinkles his nose and steps around them.

Hagrid hands him a basin when they get to the door. Two slugs fall into the basin when he tries to thank him.